New remix to I'm So Paid with video
New Wescrack vol. 1 young narks and j.dot
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J DOT
Hit like terry tate wit the eight
Nines on my side, wit the shotty in the ride
Shipments all white, yea we call that the bride
You can call me a lion cuz I bang for my pride
Inside the car, but im still outside
Cause the top come off from the roof of the ride
The rims still spin when i stop at the lights
And I'm fly all day like southwest flights
I'm reelin in money like im puttin out bait
Blond hair, blue eyes, mary kate
Pockets get fat when she losin weight
yea call me will smith, enemy of the state
Pull up at the club, make it percipitate
I ball like kobe, cept I stay wit the 8
Tell me who talkin, got rope got tape
And we always stay strapped like em jordan eights
Nah, you cant ball like me
Drop stacks, smoke trees, hit the mall like me
yea hit club like me
Make it pour on em hoes up in V I P
Call me k west, I need No I.D.
Cuz the boy more paid than oprah winfrey
Ya digg
YOUNG NARKS
Haha these jokers wilin
the boy comin thru like broken condoms
pop rose, that's expensive taste
and my bank statement is a sideways 8
yea, check my ph
cuz my flow like acid and i got that base
show up to the club lookin o so paid
all black suit like clubs and spades
check got o's
neck just froze
niggas talk smack, then the tech gon blow
burn like tires, wont retire
and i blow stacks like my money on fire
no match but the chain lit
keep ice on my neck like sprained it
yea, never on a track sober
ima keep spittin even if the tracks over
runnin this game bout to run it back over
ya'll aint got no buzz just like flat soda
money too long you cant compare
your stacks thin like the mac book air
LIL WAYNE
Oh-oh,
Big money Weezy
White wife beater with the sig underneath it
How do I feel bitch I feel undefeated
Snap my fingers disappear from the precinct
Yea!
Im ballin we ball out
Thoughts of we fallin' until the ball bounce
I send some niggas with guns at yall house
Only to find out you live in a doll house
Damn!
But I thought you was tough though
We carry choppers on our necks
Call it cut throat
We, bury powers on the set that they come from
We know magic,
Turn weed smoke to gun smoke
We, ball first when we ride
You, in a hearse when you ride
Ay-yay
I put my shoe down baby
And Im holding down Young Mula baby!
Thats why
lyrics up
division1raps 3 years ago